Megan Boutersem Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Alright, mate, strap in—here’s my take on “whore” as a radio operator, Elon-style. Whore’s a word, right? Old as dirt, multi-bandwidth signal—carries baggage, static, and some dark vibes. Kinda like a Tesla coil sparking in a storm, unpredictable, messy, loud. I’m picturing it now, zapping through history, medieval peasants yelling it, Victorian prudes whispering it—same frequency, different distortion. Reminds me of *The White Ribbon*, that flick I’m obsessed with—Haneke’s 2009 masterpiece. “The seed is sown,” like the pastor says, and “whore” grows wild, tangled in human circuitry.

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Officiële site van de gemeente Boutersem met nieuws, informatie over de diensten en een digitaal loket.

So there you have it. Boutersem’s quirks aren’t for the easily pleased – it’s rough, it’s real, and it punches you in the face with a cynical smile. Enjoy your visit, mate, and if you hear me laughing near the Riviere, just know I’m laughing at life’s absurd little dramas. Cheers!

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